Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Sorry, I've had horrible brain block on this story. Thank you for waiting.
"So why didn't you come back, really?"
Harry and I stood together, leaning against the railing of the boat taking us to Ellis Island. Once again, he'd forced me out into the cold, except now, it was morning cold. One of his large jackets covered my shoulders as the wind and the sea water brushed against us.
Harry sighed, reaching over to take my freezing hands in his. He cupped them, blowing warm air on them. "I don't know," he said.
"Well, there's got to be some kind of reason," I said. I needed some answers. I needed to understand why he didn't want to be back in England. I needed to know that it wasn't because of me. . . .
"I don't really have a reason, Kat," he said. "I just didn't want to come back."
"But . . . what about Hermione, Ron, and I? Didn't you miss us?"
"Yeah, of course. I mean, I thought about you everyday, dreamed about you. . . . Kat, you do realize that my decision to stay here didn't have anything to do with you, don't you?"
When I didn't answer, Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight even though I stiffened against him.
We didn't talk for the rest of our boat trip and eventually, I let myself relax into Harry's embrace, though my anger didn't subside. The boat docked and I let Harry drag me off of it and onto the island, an excited grin on his face.
"You're going to love this, Kat, I promise," he said.
"I better," I murmured, "seeing as how you dragged me from my nice warm bed to this at six-thirty in the morning."
Still feeling very tired, I stumbled as Harry dragged me up the steps of the Statue of Liberty. He was laughing though, and somehow it reminded me so much of my dream. A small smile came to my face and Harry stopped, grinning at me before he leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. "See? I knew you would have fun. But there's so much more."
I ran the rest of the way up the stairs with Harry, wondering what on earth else he had to show me. He held open the door for me, motioning for me to go over to the window of the crown. Giving him a quick look, I did so, leaning against it.
"Oh wow. It's beautiful, Harry."
The sun was rising just over the ocean, casting off a very beautiful orange and red glow to the sea and to everything around it. Harry came up beside it, the glow shining off his glasses, but I could still see his eyes as he said, "Yeah, you are."
I blushed horribly, an embarrassed grin coming to my face. "That was the corniest thing I've ever heard," I told him.
"Yeah, but you love me corny." Wrapping his arms around me again, he laid his head on top of mine and together we watched the sunrise.